The Wings That lift Us: Elm Woods

It is Fall. Mr. and Mrs. Long have just gotten married, they own a small flat in New York. they are copartners for a casino, things seem to be looking up for this couple. But there's one who does not benefit not long after moving to New York Mrs. Longs sister returns from London to be murdered and the killers blood lust isn't satisfied there now Mrs. Long has to use her skills before the murder targets her next. How many body bags can fit in one coffin? Will Mrs. Long solve the murder in time?
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People say you only live once.but people are as wrong about that
as they are about everything.in the darkest moments before dawn a
woman returns to her bed. What life is she leading?is it the same
life the woman was living half an hour ago? A day ago? A year
ago? Who is this man? In the bed. His figure is still. Do they
lead separate lives? Or a single life shared? " do you love me?"
The woman whispers a small smile on her face in the dim glow. "
yeah," comes his breathy reply. " do you want me to prove it to
you?" He says with a smile his voice is heartwarming. She smiles
at this man. The one whom she loves. " if your not too sleepy"
she says looking into his eyes his hand cups her neck behind her
head. His warm touch radiating affection. A storm approaches.but
still over the horizon there is lightning in the air. Are either
of them aware of the gathering turbulence? Can they feel the
crackle of electricity in the wind?or are they aware only of the
power they generate between themselves? The couple roll in bed
the lamp laminating their bedrooms in the early hours of the
morning. What is this strong connection? Is it a sense of love?
Or lust? Passion perhaps? "I love you," he muffles into her soft
skin. She chuckles as they roll the power between the two is
undeniable. But what does it mean? The first hint of this storm
is not a thunderclap...

it is a knock.

A knock sounds on the front door of their apartment. The echoes
ring throughout the silent but humble flat. The woman stirs. She
groans and furrows her brow as anther knock sounds. "Get it," she
says muffling into her pillow. " no," he says. "You get it," he
says childishly. "No you get it," she says with a chuckle.
Amusement tickles her brain as she rolls over and lightly shoes
her lovers shoulder. He groans in mock pain laughing. The woman
smiles in content. " I'll get it," he says with a groan rising
from his bed within his chambers. " flipping on the light he
shuffles to the door a new mood sets in a rather grumpy one. As
he swings open the door the storms winds blow revealing two new
people. Both are well dressed. One is a woman her head is held
high a certain confidence radiates from this person she is
adorned in a pantsuit. The other is a man falling in step behind
her. This man is gruff and bears a strong resemblance the man in
the apartment. "Good morning I'm detective Bayonet," said the
woman in the pantsuit. "Yeah," groaned the husband. "I know who
you are, you're my brothers partner," he says motioning to the
now recognized male police officer. "She prefers the term boss,"
the husbands brother says taking another step towards the open
door. "Good then you should know officer Jerome," she said.
"Official business," detective Bayonet says. Just then a new
energy is fast approaching behind the husband his wife.

"What's going on?" She asks casually protruding in her husbands
robe. "A body was found in the central station" detective Bayonet
states. "Why does this concern us?" The wife says. "We believe it
to be your sister Misses Long," Detective Jerome states. "Now
hold up wait a minute there's no way my wife's sister is dead
she's in London," the husband says defensively. "That's not what
the dental records say," detective Jerome says. "I wasn't
talking to you," the husband growled. The officer is taken aback
by his brothers actions. Then again relations had not been well
between the two. "Come on Jazz I'm trying to help you here,"
Jerome said fondly towards his brother. "I didn't ask for your
help tell your boys you got it wrong and get off my door step,"
said Mr. Long. Meanwhile the wife has not said a word. "M-My
sister is dead?" She says incredulously. Tears form on her face
as her heart sinks into grief. Already the strings of this tale
have become astray. "Shhh Angie it's okay there's got a be a
mistake I'm sure your sister's fine. "Look Mr. Long I'm aware
your relations with the police have not been the best but I can
assure you my men have made no mistake," detective Bayonet says.
" I'm sorry for your loss," she adds sympathy in her tone. Mrs.
Long cries harder into her husbands shoulder.